Our noses have began to rust.
How on earth could I have been so bitter?
I mean, I’m not saying I’m any less bitter now than I was a year or so ago. Now I just don’t care. Now it’s just nothingness. Like this past December and on and off in every month following that. But who cares, right? I’m not dying of cancer. I’m not poor. I’m not anything that would be viewed as a tragedy. Angsty teenage girl. Fuck.
I hurt.
